Being Alive

Buzzing with Life
I have beeen quite busy
and well, you can say 
also a bit of lazy…
.
Medications play their role
and I am safer this time 
not going down that 
same old rabbit hole.
.
Here’s what I do
I call it My Routine
for now.
.
.
.
I go to school,
learn, read, and teach.
Around two in the noon
-it’s time for me to come home –
yes, I reach.
.
Then, I don’t know?!?
I eat and drink some
after which I rest a bit.
.
Later, I am yet unsure!
How time plays its game
on its very own…
I create a bit and write very little;
I also exercise
and mostly listen to some
beautiful songs.
.
Yeah, it’s just this.
Just all this and a little bit of that too
There’s much said than I do
But yes, I am fine
& I love my life!
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How about you?
Lots of love
N

Phase in my Life

Though tired of my falls and the rise
I think, I have sort of acclimatised
to the life I have inside me and 
the life outside of me.

It still amuses me
how interesting a life can be
that has cycles of 
depression
aggression
repression, regression,
and various other ‘shuns’
turning into 
progression
satisfaction
minus the expectation(s)
Will this lead to an exhilaration?
Well, that isn’t the question.
At least,
not in the moment.
Yes,
some things lie dormant
but of course,
life can never be stagnant
… not for me
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this life is, i think…
in fact a strange juxtaposition.

What is Love

What is love?

I don’t want to make it a question
I don’t want to take it as an equation
So, how about
I put it this way-
What is love.
or this way-
What is love (.)
Well, rather it best suits
if I just say Love
No question marks, no boundaries,
No full-stops and no inverted commas either.
A capital L is okay, I guess.

Many a times people have asked me.

‘Why me? I have no specific answers.’
Being the person I am, I go with the flow
I trust, and what the future holds
I never want to know.

Love is something that can not really be defined
It is that little something which isn’t even blind
It is  awareness and it is self growth
It doesn’t creep upon you as a moth.

If it’s a man-woman kind of love
It wraps you.
Yes, love will always want to possess
It expects, it responds, it gives you the highs
And the lows to create a bond.

It will make you go through emotions
An array of all the possible emotions
But does that mean it restrains?
Or tie you down to just REMAIN?
It is then time to look beyond that upper layer of love
Uncover the depths, move towards burying the surface
Reveal the source.
Meanwhile,
It might come as something that makes you go through
The best and the worst of you and
In you.

I believe,
It is a feeling, an experience– a bigger something
that is the root of everything in our universe.

Not many would understand it, possibly because
Their experiences made them averse.
Averse to the emotion but definitely not averse to the feeling.

It is a feeling as repeatedly I say or type here
I know not if it is felt there
Love seals, love heals.

Love is the spring, the origin of just about everything.
It is not a concept or a mystery to be solved
It has made generations evolve physically
It is taken as generic and mostly answered typically or cynically.

But it is actually infinite, love sets a fire that ignites
The inner you, the real you, the surreal you.
It is a connection, joy and affection with its share of other emotions
As a human experiences it through,
But it certainly doesn’t cease to burn or shine, it doesn’t die.
It gives you the strength to fly, to rise high above all desires
It isn’t to be confused with lust or that passionate fire!

I don’t know if I am making sense
I analyse nothing as such
I feel, I be, I give, I sprinkle it around
Not expecting, it should turn around.

Darn! That is enough for me to go on something
that can NEVER be captured or explained or generalised into words.
So, I shall stop.

However, I have to emphasise;
For me , I believe love is a liberation
It is liberating…
Never fleeting.

(The end without a full stop)
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The Words

It is a different kind of head ache!

I do not have the copyrights for the image but 'googled' it with no intentions of getting myself into a copyright issue Please!
I do not have the copyrights for the image but ‘googled’ it with no intentions of getting myself into a copyright issue Please!

Poem?

My head aches
and it is a different kind of head ache

It is bursting with words…
and
I am getting no sleep.

The remedy
I thought, was to write

rather than forcing myself

to sleep tight..uptight.

My head aches
and yes it is a different kind of head ache-

The words in my head are conflicting
there’s no use of resisting.

Yes, in my head,
they are forming thoughts..
good, bad and ugly,
fun, cheerful and bubbly.

These thoughts triggered by words-
they walk, jog, crawl, stroll,
run and swim…
Unquestionably,
come and go at their own whim.

It is probably

an odd head

that makes me sit up

in my bed.

And the fact is that
this headache
has no reason
or a rhyme
but the clock ticks
by its time.

Words break..brake

and I stay quite..quiet

Words make, words create

disappoint or appreciate

But I have got a head ache
and I can not sleep..

while these words
these mighty words
ponder at their ease, play sweep.

Words can drive you crazy
but they heal
and they seal…
Mind you,words are a big deal.

So,
let’s handle them with care
I want to share because
if you do not,
you too will have a headache

And yes, now you know..
it will be a different kind of headache!!

🙂

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And I am sleeping now.

That was some pill worked on me!!

 Last updated on February 7, 2012

Poem of me.

What would it be like being a Washing Machine?
What would it be like being a Washing Machine?

Flipping over my old notebooks to find a contact number, I found this poem penned in the City Library of Melbourne!

Those of you read me know that I have a habit of simply venting out the chaos in my mind, writing it down and sometimes share that here on the Snippets.

Actually I write.. release the emotions and then forget as I let them out on paper!
Amongst many phases in my life, this one’s quoted on 13th July 2009 being published on WP tonight. Strange & funny, I feel now, reading it but that’s the way it is. Enjoy the poetry while I try to figure out how it happened?

New to Melbourne then, i was trying to settle..and you will read below the impacts of being ‘not so’ settled!

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Fear – of the unknown,
it takes me over…

Why-I try to find out
and feel an emptiness, a hollow;
with-in
which needs a shower…

A shower
to wash off this intense feeling,
to rinse off the guilt
and need a thorough cleaning…

YES, spin-it on…and spin it off..
tread the path of self-healing…

Ah! Just a phase..I tell myself,
face it to let go of it!!

Wish..
I were a washing machine.
Switch ON
Turn to ‘Auto’ mode;
Dip,Wash,Rinse & Spin –

DRY.
Ready for another wash??

—————–This was scribbled inside my NB——————–
Washing Machine Spin --lol I am happy finding this poem in my notebook!

Mesmerising Mornings

Though I have become a morning person since mostly after 2011..2009 and 2010 had their moments..I hadn’t got many a chance lately to write a post about ‘Mornings’ as such; being scattered and often in a rush, each morning. That surely doesn’t mean that I have only enjoyed this morning 🙂
I have had similar feelings for almost all the mornings, those gave me little breathing space…like this one, today.

I now strive to make time for myself in the mornings..and I guess, I am somewhat successful over the years. I wake up after generally around 5.15 a.m.

Today, this comes at 5.40 a.m.

As I sip my mocha in a Nescafe red mug…
I sit to think how beautiful mornings are.

A bird there and here,
And another cuckoo sound there,
A little breeze,
A vivid radiant sky…

A meditative nature beneath my first floor,
Some motivational songs on the radio,
Some devotional bhajans..

A preacher with verses that incentivize, in between,
Wow! Mornings can be so inspiring
So clean.